能看见的山野,正在2004年夏日的阳光下,在我的目光里走动、拓展。当然,我很喜欢在热烈的阳光中写出下列文字。小时候,常站在圈棚檐下,看头顶的大柳树。我们是外来户,我们家的历史还没有树顶上的一个枝丫年龄大,村里没有人认为大柳树真是我家的。树下潮湿的凹坑里卧着似睡似醒的黄牛,牛有事没事地哞叫,牛叫声在河边缭绕,在路口消失。其他牲畜的叫声,也炊烟般升起雾霭般降落。酷夏的午后,光从高处散落,鸟悄悄关闭音乐盒子,蝉鸣洒 Can see the mountains, is in the summer of 2004 under the sun, in my eyes and walked to expand. Of course, I really like to write the following words in the warm sunshine. A child, often standing in the canopy under the eaves, see the top of the willow tree. We are foreign households, our family’s history is not a branch of the tree top age, no one in the village that Daliushu really my home. The damp puddle under the tree was lying like a cow that slept like a nap, and the cow was crying about everything, and the cow barked around the river, disappearing at the crossing. The sound of other livestock also smoldered as smoke rose. Cool summer afternoon, the light scattered from the height, the bird quietly closed the music box, cicadas Ming sprinkle